Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 27: Flying Kick
On a dedicated karate field.

Two figures stood facing each other.

Fang Cheng was holding a red rectangular kick target in his hand.

Coach Shen stood three meters away, kicking and twisting his hips.

Around them were a group of spectators who were eager to watch the fun.

Coach Shen said he wanted to test Fang Cheng's ability to withstand blows.

Moreover, he did not let elite students to take the test as in the past, but he himself acted as the thug, showing that he took it very seriously.

The head coach of a department actually took part in the test in person, which made this test instantly more eye-catching.

Xu Maocai suddenly walked up to Fang Cheng and whispered in his ear:
"Shen Haoming learned Shotokan style and is a third-degree black belt. His kicking skills are as powerful as mine, and he likes sneak attacks."

"You have to be careful and get into a stable position in advance."

After being reminded by Xu Maocai, Fang Cheng nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

Shen Haoming was standing opposite, glancing over with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

He is the head coach of the karate club and also a close friend of Manager Li.

Because Fang Cheng refused Manager Li's recruitment and instead joined Xu Maocai, with whom he had always been at odds, the two sides had conflicts and the situation became quite unpleasant.

This sparring assessment happened to hit me right in the face, and of course I wouldn't let it go so easily.

Shen Haoming took charge personally with the intention of making Fang Cheng suffer more.

It would be best to kick him hard enough to cause internal injuries, which would not only vent Manager Li's anger, but also allow him to reject the application in a logical manner.

Although Fang Cheng has demonstrated physical fitness beyond ordinary people through the previous push-up test.

But being a sparring partner requires more than just good physical strength.

Shen Haoming has won the Karate World Championship. Although he has retired for many years, his fighting ability has not been reduced much.

Dealing with this kind of layman shouldn't be a piece of cake, right?
Thinking of this, Shen Haoming immediately retracted his gaze, and his eyes became sharp and focused.

He then assumed a karate four-legged fighting stance, turned sideways to face Fang Cheng, and rubbed the floor with his right tiger toe.

"Are you ready?"

"it is good--"

Fang Cheng had just nodded when he saw a figure suddenly rushing towards him like a gust of wind.

While the two were talking, Shen Haoming had already twisted his waist, raised his feet, and gathered strength to start.

He took a few quick steps forward, and using the force of his right foot to push off the ground, he flew into the air and kicked out.

The most powerful kick techniques in karate include the crescent kick and the self-sacrifice kick.

But when it comes to the leg technique with the greatest vertical impact force, it must be the "flying side kick".

That is the flying side kick in Sanda!
He used his ultimate move right from the start, really treating Fang Cheng as an immobile human target.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists, firmly grasped the rings of the foot target, and raised them above his chest.

Pong!
Even through the cushion, the huge impact force still penetrated the sponge filling and spread to the arms, shoulders, and even the internal organs in the chest.

Fang Cheng was shocked and quickly took half a step back.

This will slightly reduce the impact energy and withstand this powerful kick.

At the same time, it also shows the solidity and stability of the lower body.

Doing hundreds of squats every day is not in vain!

Fang Cheng took the kick head-on and glanced quickly.

When Shen Haoming's legs and feet landed on the ground, his whole body was full of gaps and flaws.

In an instant, he wanted to drop the kick immediately, grab his waist and legs with both hands, and give him a hard back throw.

But on second thought, Fang Cheng suppressed this impulse.

When learning boxing, you must first learn to be hit, and this is even more true when being a sparring partner.

Shen Haoming stood still again and quickly adjusted his steps.

Seeing that Fang Cheng was not knocked away by his powerful kick, he couldn't help but frown and wanted to continue attacking.

At this time, a burst of surprised questioning came from the sidelines.

"Old Shen, how much strength did you use just now?"

"Did you not eat enough? Why are you putting on such a big show? Is that it? Just like that?"

The other coaches rushed forward, surrounded the two and expressed their opinions.

Seeing that Shen Haoming even used the flying kick, Fang Cheng still remained calm.

I can't help but wonder if this old guy is cheating on purpose.

Or maybe he just wanted to show off his graceful leg skills in front of everyone. Shen Haoming took a deep breath and stared at Fang Cheng.

Then, with a smile on his face, he said:

"The young man is very good. He can catch half of my strength."

The other coaches immediately understood and nodded, praising him.

It is said that Shen Haoming could break a training wooden stake as thick as a bowl with one kick, and his protective gear could withstand half of his strength, so his performance could be said to be excellent.

Even among professional players, he is definitely in the upper-middle level.

Fang Cheng was a little surprised when he heard this.

Half of the strength is only this great. If I use my full strength, I might really be kicked away.

Top professional players are so terrifying...

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and immediately his blood started to flow, making him even more excited.

The look in her eyes staring at Shen Haoming made him unable to help but turn his head away to avoid the overly hot gaze.

"You finally passed the test this time, right?"

A coach who values talent very much asked questions on Fang Cheng's behalf.

"How about testing your punching power? There's a boxing dynamometer over there."

Another dark and thin Muay Thai coach seemed to be still unsatisfied.

Xu Maocai quickly retorted:

"He's not a boxer, why would he take these tests?"

"Old Xu, you are wrong."

Coach Hu suddenly interrupted: "With Fang Cheng's physical fitness, it is more than enough to play in professional games."

Xu Maocai asked coldly: "Are you prepared to fund his training?"

Coach Hu laughed awkwardly when he heard this:

"If Fang Cheng was younger, it would be fine. But now, I think being a sparring partner is quite suitable."

To participate in a professional competition is not as simple as just signing up, going on stage to beat the other players and getting the prize money.

The initial preparation costs include the salaries of professional coaches, fitness coaches, sparring partners, nutritionists, physiotherapists and other team members, as well as the rental costs of equipment and venues for daily training.

In addition, you also need to purchase expensive health insurance to deal with accidental injuries that may occur during the competition.

Otherwise, you will not even be eligible to register or sign up for the competition.

To be honest, every famous boxer can be regarded as walking weight of gold.

Since the coaching staff unanimously recognized Fang Cheng's performance.

Shen Haoming did not continue to be unconventional or deliberately make things difficult.

He signed his name on the personnel agreement readily.

Seeing this, the onlookers dispersed with some discussions.

Those who are waiting for class continue to wait, and those who are exercising continue to exercise.

Xu Maocai patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, gave him some encouragement, and then left.

The coaches left one after another.

Fang Cheng also walked towards the locker room, surrounded by several colleagues from the logistics department.

I've sweated a little, and since I don't have classes soon, I might as well take a shower and relax.

On the karate field.

Only Shen Haoming was left standing there, not moving for a long time.

As he watched the people gradually walk away, he suddenly twisted his right toes quickly, curled his lips, and took a breath of cold air.

"hiss--"

Shen Haoming looked bitter, as if he had stepped on a nail.

That side kick in the air just now was certainly very cool.

But when kicking the target, it felt like hitting an iron lump hidden in the shock-absorbing layer.

If he hadn't maintained his demeanor as an expert, he would have almost cried out in pain.

"Aren't this kid's fists made of flesh?"

Shen Haoming was speechless.

With his many years of fighting experience, he knew without lowering his head to take a closer look that the sole of his foot was definitely bruised.

(End of this chapter)